Shot over three years, the film follows Shir in and out of hospitals and into his hopes and dreams for a normal life with his wife and newborn child. Moving constantly from the unseen hand behind the camera to the subject in front of it, Shir attempts to create a happy ending to his story. Yet his hopes are shattered with the discovery of aggressive new tumors in his spine. The camera becomes Shir's intimate companion as he flies to New York City where he awaits a series of operations meant to save his life. When he realizes that he is being sentenced to die on the operating table, Shir decides to leave the hospital, high on cortisone and painkillers, and let his soul free.
Documentary | US, Israel | 2004
Directors: Shlomo Shir & Duki Dror
Producer: Duki Dror, Zygote Films Ltd.
Script: Shlomo Shir
Cinematography: Philippe Bellaiche
& Shlomo Shir
Editor: Dani Itzhaki
In the summer of 2000, Shlomi Shir was an editing assistant for my documentary “My Fantasia”. One day he asked me to stay after work to look at footage he was shooting. He was an introverted young man with a long scar on his neck. I knew little about his illness and even less about his talent. I was stunned from the first frame I saw. It wasn’t only the incredibly unique aesthetics of the shots, or the powerful subjectivity of the camera – I was taken by the transformation of this low-key man into a charismatic actor who operates in-front and behind the camera. A virtuosic camera operation choreographed with hyper-realistic drama – all in total directorial control and in a perfect sync.
It was also apparent that the camera is a weapon as well as a filter for his fears. He asked me to be his producer. I didn’t understand why he should have a producer, when his work is so totally subjective, I thought that no one should get in between. Finally I agreed to run the production, with the condition that we keep it intimate with Shlomi being a one-man band. We started to edit the film in April 2002. It was a story about a man spending one week in segregation. The story was supposed to have a happy ending – Shlomi had a newborn girl, the treatment seemed to work.